Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 16:43:03 +0100
From: kitty h
Subject: Helen part 2
AUNT HELEN (concluded)
Jonty Bloom was a precocious youngster - and a randy little bugger too.
There was hardly a single Junior who had not had Bloom's importunate hand
up their trouser leg, fiddling with their little willies. And the same
applied to
most of the lads in his form. But not Darren Cartwright. Time and again
Cartwright had resisted Bloom's advances. And yet his resistance had
obviously been reluctant; it was as though some unseen hand constrained him.
And that was why Bloom had begged and pressed for a week-end visit.
Perhaps, away from the public pressures of school, he could get the
beautiful
Cartwright to submit at last. Little did he realise that it would be he not
Darren Cartwright who would be submitting by the end of the visit.
"So you are Jonathan Bloom. Welcome to the Ridings."
"Thank you, Miss Strangers" responded the bright-eyed lad as he took in the
statuesque beauty of his hostess for the week-end.
"Darren will take you to your room, and then you two can do what you want
until seven." She turned to her nephew. "What are you going to do with
Jonathan?"
"I thought we'd play some computer games."
"Excellent idea. Just make sure you both arrive promptly at seven for pre-
dinner drinks."
She turned back to their young visitor. "I trust you have brought something
a
little more formal to wear for dinner?" she enquired of the be-jeaned
youngster.
"I'm sorry Miss Strangers, I didn't realise you dressed for dinner." The
lad
was embarrassed and thrown off his stride, just as Helen Strangers had
intended.
"I am not suggesting anything too formal, but I certainly do not intend to
have you sitting at my dinner-table in jeans and tee-shirt! H'mm. Let's
see."
and she pretended to cogitate for a moment or two. "Yes." and she turned
to her nephew. "Darren darling, I am sure one of your school shirts would
fit
Jonathan, and you have plenty of ties. You'd better loan them to him for
the
evening. And those trousers i bought you for next term, I am sure Jonathan
would fit into them." She turned back to the now blushing visitor. "There
we are. That is fixed then. See you at seven in the drawing room. Don't
be
late!" And with that she dismissed the pair.
**********
Darren led Bloom to the spare bedroom then left him to unpack whilst he
went to his room to fetch Bloom's dinner clothes. Jonty hadn't brought
much: a towel, washing kit, silk robe, a pair of boxer-shorts for wear in
bed,
a casual jacket, spare underpants and socks, and a couple of spare
tee-shirts.
He opened the wardrobe to hang up his jacket and there it was - a rather
girlie
party frock. He took it out and held it up for inspection. It was made of
soft
pink cotton cut square at the neck and with puffed-sleaves. Sleaves, neck-
line and hem were trimmed with white lace; round the waist was a bright-pink
silk sash secured in the middle with a large bow. `What is this doing
here?'
wondered Jonty as he held it up to himself and looked at himself in the
mirror.
He liked what he saw - and so did his young cock which stiffened in
appreciation. Blushing with embarrassment, he replaced the frock in the
wardrobe. He opened a drawer to put away his underpants and tee-shirts
only to discover a pair of pink panties clearly designed to be worn with the
frock in the wardrobe. `How odd' he thought. But his biggest shock came
when he went to put his boxer-shorts under the pillow. There under the pink
pillow was a pink baby-doll nightie. `Why is this here?' he wondered.
`Indeed why is this room festooned with girlie clothes when to the best of
my
knowledge there are no girls in the house?' He was to discover soon enough!
At that moment the door opened and his young host entered carrying a pile
of clothes. "Here you are Jonty" said Darren, chucking them on the bed.
"You'd better try the trousers on to make sure they fit. We don't want a
rush
just before dinner!"
"But these are short trousers" protested Bloom.
"Yes" replied Darren, blushing slightly "but I don't have any longs so
you'll
just have to make do with these."
"Oh well" said Bloom with a smile. "As you say, I'll just have to make the
best of a bad job!".
He dropped his jeans and pulled on the pristine trousers. They were very
tight and very short.
"I can't wear these" protested young Bloom.
"Why not. They fit. Just! But we'll have to do something about your
trainers. They look just plain silly. Ah. I know. I've got just the
thing to go
with those trousers." And the lad skipped off out of the room.
Jonty inspected himself in the full-length dress-mirror. What a
transformation!
He looked years younger. He looked again. One could see everything! He
hoped he didn't get a hard-on - the trousers were so tight there would be no
hiding such an event.
Darren burst back into the room carrying a pair of sandals and a pair of
white
ankle socks.
"Try these."
"But" protested Bloom.
"You wont get into my ordinary shoes so these will have to do. And she
insists on white ankle socks with sandals."
Bloom reached down and changed his footwear. The transformation from
the waist down was complete.
"Very smart" said Darren with a giggle. "But the trousers are a bit tight.
I
think they would look better if you removed your underpants. They'd fit
better that way."
Bloom looked at his eager host. What was the little beggar up to? Was this
his way of ...
"Okay, if you think so let's try it." Down came the trousers to be quickly
followed by Bloom's tight white briefs. And there he was exposed half-
naked. The trouble was he had an erection, a real stiffie. He gave it a
comforting rub. How odd he thought that it should be Darren who had
forced him to strip and expose whereas he had planned it the other way
round!
"Hope you don't have one of those at dinner" said Darren with a nervous
giggle. "You'd better put your trousers back on."
Reluctantly Bloom complied. There was no denying that they did fit better,
but his stiffie was even more obvious.
At that point the lady of the house came in. How embarrassing! Poor Jonty
blushed scarlet and covered the bulge with both hands.
"That is much better" observed Helen Strangers, studiously ignoring his
obvious signs of boyish excitement. "I should put the shirt on too then
there
will be no rush for dinner. Yes, Jonathan you look much smarter in short
trousers, but then that is true for most boys." She turned to her nephew.
"Darren darling, would you come and see me at six-thirty. I have a new
outfit
I want you to try on." She kissed him on the cheek much to his
embarrassment. "Now you two boys go off and enjoy yourself in the games
room. But none of those little nonsenses I know you boys get up to from
time to time. This is a respectable house! I hope I make myself clear,
Jonathan?"
"Er. Yes" replied Bloom, blushing bright red.
"Good!" And she swept out in a cloud of scent and flowing skirt.
Poor Jonty Bloom. He didn't know whether he was coming or going. What
a household! And what a lady!
"Darren, what did she mean by that?"
"What do you think she meant?"
"But how does she know?"
"Aunt knows everything that goes on! Come on" he said, taking his friend
by the hand, "let's go to the playroom."
********
For nearly three hours the two lads sat side by side playing a succession of
computer games. Side by side yet never touching. It was as though she was
there sitting between them. Poor Jonty Bloom. Never had he been so
frustrated. His young cock remained hard throughout. How he longed to
touch Cartwright, to feel his naked body pressed against his, to taste the
sweetness of his penis. And there they were alone, alone that is save for
her
brooding presence. He tried it on once, but his host gently even
reluctantly
lifted his hand away.
"Oh come on" protested the randy lad. "Why not? Don't you want to?"
"I can't. It is forbidden."
"But how would she know?" pressed the ever eager Bloom.
"She just would. She always does!"
At six-twenty Darren left his guest to have a wash and smarten himself up
whilst he went to report to his aunt. Jonty gathered his washing kit and
went
off to the guest bathroom. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. Where ever he
looked he saw his own reflection. And he liked what he saw - a randy
youngster in full cry. How his crutch bulged. He really would have to do
something about that! He ripped of his clothes. He stood over the lavatory
pan and took himself in hand. This was one sure way to get rid of his
stiffie.
In a few brief strokes he had relieved the tension shooting his boyish load
into the spotless pan. A quick flush and the evidence was gone. Jonty took
his soap and stepped into the shower.
Meanwhile Darren had gone in search of his aunt. She was in the sitting
room reading a journal.
"Hallo darling" she said rising and beckoning him to her. "And how is your
guest" she enquired before kissing him firmly on the lips. her hand slipped
to
Darren's crutch and felt his stiffness. "Did he touch you here?"
"No. Yes. Well not really" replied Darren.
"Come, darling, did he or did he not try and put his hand up your trousers?"
"Yes."
"But you resisted him?"
"Oh yes!"
"My darling!" And she kissed him once more thrusting his sweet tongue
deep into his mouth until the lad swum in her essence. "I will make him
suffer for that. But first you must have your reward." And she led him by
the hand to her bedroom.
On her bed was a garment hidden under a sheet of white tissue.
"I've bought you a new outfit darling just for this evening. But first you
must
strip off."
"What. Here? Now?"
"Yes. Why not? Your visitor is unlikely to enter my bedroom is he."
Darren stripped before the expectant lady of the house, stripped to his
underpants. A further command and off came the remaining garment. He
was stark-naked. She turned him round and inspected his buttocks.
"How beautiful your bottom is with these" and she ran her finger over the
weals from the previous night's thrashing. "Can you still feel them?"
"Yes" he half-sobbed, his young penis stiffening.
"And do you still love me?"
"You know I do!"
She took a black silk scarf and blindfolded the naked boy. "Now darling I
shall dress you in your new outfit." There was a slight swish as the tissue
was removed. Darren's whole body tingled, his mind a riot of expectation
and his penis began to drip in its excitement. He sensed her kneel before
him
and soon a pair of ankle socks graced his feet. She rose letting her hand
drift
over his private parts. "We must do something about that before we put
your new trousers on you" she murmured. Darren shuddered in ecstasy.
A command and he raised his arms. A tailless garment floated down over his
naked torso. It was as smooth as silk - it was silk. So smooth, so silky.
Her
hands buttoned it down the front and secured the arms. Instinctively Darren
reached up to explore the garment. There seemed to be some sort of lace
running right from neck to just above his erection, a wide lacy appendage
right down the front. And at each cuff another fringe of lace.
"I must do something with this, darling, before we put your trousers on. We
don't want to have a little accident do we." And she took a silk
handkerchief
and began to massage his stiffie. "Come my darling. Come!" Darren
needed no second instruction. In a frenzy of boyish excitement he spilled
his
seed into the receptive softness of the silk. Gently she wiped him clean.
"Now these you will like" she cooed as she raised his feet and settled his
new
trousers round his ankles. With a single movement she pulled them up.
Darren shuddered with delight as the silky soft material covered his loins.
Her hand buttoned his flies and then he felt her lift two shoulder straps up
and over. a quick adjustment and the trousers sat ever so snugly into his
crutch. Darren stroked his bottom. Lovely soft silk. The shoes came next.
They seemed to have a rather high heel. It was finished. He was dressed in
his new outfit.
"May I look?"
"Not yet darling. First I must do your hair."
She sat him down on the low stool in front of her dressing-table and combed
his golden locks until they glowed. And then the final touch. She took
some
clear lip-gloss and lightly coated his pouting lips. Now he was ready. She
made him rise then removed the blind-fold.
Darren looked in disbelief at the pouting little Lord Fontleroy staring back
at
him from the mirror. It was more of a blouse than a shirt, from its lacy
collar
to the frills which cascaded down from throat to trousers. And those
trousers! Scarlet silk, and so tight they fitted like a glove held tight by
the
two straps. Even the fly-buttons were coved in silk. On his feet black
patent-leather flatties secured by a single strap-over and with a silver
buckle
on each toe-cap. He looked like a pansy. He was a pansy!
"I can't wear this" cried Darren in alarm. "What will Jonathan think?"
"Does it matter what Jonathan thinks? We both know what he wants and
why he inveigled an invitation to this house. He wanted a pansy. Well now
he has got one. You!"
"Please, aunt, please" begged her nephew. "Don't make me wear this in front
of Jonathan."
For answer she sat on the edge of her bed, pulled the lad face-down over her
knee, and began to spank his satin clad bottom.
"You will wear what I want" she hissed, spanking his buttocks quite hard.
"What master Bloom thinks is of no concern. And don't think he is going to
get away with anything. I can assure you before the evening is finished he
too will be dressed!" And to emphasise the point she slapped the backs of
his legs really hard. Thus was Darren prepared for dinner.
Jonty passed by Her bedroom as the spanking continued. There was no
disguising what was happening though of course he had no idea at the time of
the reason for Darren's fustigation. He put his ear to Her door. Now he
could hear Darren's squeals as again and again his aunt spanked his
wriggling
bum. Jonty Bloom shuddered. Clearly this lady was not to be trifled with.
He hurried downstairs to await his hostess in the drawing room.
In retrospect it is difficult to say who was the more embarrassed when the
two lads met, Darren in his silks and satins, or Jonty whose instant
erection
could not be hidden under his skin-tight short trousers. Mind you in
retrospect it is debateable what caused Jonty's hard-on, the golden-haired
Darren or his aunt for she had changed for dinner and now wore a high-
necked, pure white cotton blouse of the finest quality. It was of such fine
material one could see her lacy black bra beneath. Poor young Jonty did not
know where to look!
"A sherry wine?" enquired his hostess as she took her seat opposite the
sofa.
"Thank you" responded the red-faced Bloom, desperately trying to avoid
looking at her.
"Darren, get young Jonty a sweet sherry. You can have one too. I would
like a gin and tonic."
Darren scurried to fetch the drinks from the side-board. Woman and boy
watched his tight buns under the satin. How they wriggled! Darren fetched
his aunt her drink first then joined his friend on the sofa with theirs.
How
charming they looked to-gether, thought Helen Strangers.
"What do you think of Darren's new outfit?" enquired the aunt.
"Very colourful" responded Bloom blushing bright red as though in
sympathy with the scarlet satins.
"Yes it is. I thought I'd try it on him and see how he looked. Boys have
such boring clothes compared with girls. Such a shame. For example, there
you are in grey and white. And very smart you look too, much better than in
those jeans of yours. But I am sure you would look better in pink. What do
you think?"
Bloom blushed an even brighter shade of red as he thought of the party frock
hanging up in the guest bedroom. Surely his hostess was not referring to
that?
"I don't know Miss Strangers."
"I am sure you do, you're just too shy to admit it!"
They had another sherry before going into dinner which was served by the
straight-laced Miss Pring. Helen sat Darren on her left, Jonathan on her
right.
How charming they looked! She ate sparingly. Not so the boys. Helen
knew that the best way to a boy's heart was through his stomach! The lads
fell on the meal with relish. Avocado was followed by a succulent fillet
steak
French fries and garden peas served with a rich Burgundy. The sweet was a
chocolate ice confection of delightful sweetness, served with a full rich
desert
wine. Both boys were already a bit tiddly when the coffee was brought in.
"Will that be all Ma'am?" enquired the unsmiling Miss Pring.
"Yes thank you."
"I'll be off then Madam."
Helen Strangers wished the house-keeper good night then turned to their
young guest.
"Did you enjoy your meal?" she enquired resting a hand on his knee. Bloom
stiffened with surprise and embarrassment as her hand rose up his bare
thigh.
"Er. Yes. Thank you Miss Strangers."
"Good" she said, squeezing his thigh before removing her hand.
"And you darling, did you enjoy it?" she asked. This time she slid her hand
right up to the top of the boy's bare thigh and over his bulging
satin-covered
crutch.
"Yes. Thank you."
"Yes" she laughed "I can see you enjoyed it! And now" she said returning a
hand to Bloom's bare knee "what are you two boys going to get up to now?"
She slid her hand up until it rested on the very edge of propriety.
"Please" begged Jonty as he pushed her hand away.
"Stop it" she snapped, and slid her hand up over his crutch. Jonty froze
from shock. "Do you think I don't know what you have been trying on?
Darren tells me everything! And I do mean everything! It is time you were
taught a lesson young man! And that is what I shall do!"
"I don't understand."
"Of course you do. You've spent every moment since you arrived here
trying to get into Darren's trousers. Well now, Master Bloom, you are going
to pay for your importunity.
She took him up to the spare bedroom and made the frightened lad strip,
strip to his socks, sandals, and underpants, strip before a Woman. Poor
Jonty. What could he do? There was no way he could resist Her demands.
Meanwhile Darren got out the party frock and laid it on the bed. Jonty
stared
at the pretty frock and then at his grinning friend. The awesome Lady of
the
House picked the garment up and draped its soft pink excesses over his
white nakedness. A command and he turned round. Expert fingers secured
the back. He was dressed, dressed in that frock!
"Now take your boy-pants off. It is time you went into panties"!
He obeyed. What else could he do? On the one hand was the implacable
Lady of the house, on the other the traitor Darren. He went across to the
chest of drawers of his own volition and took out the forbidden panties, the
ones she had left for him. And with trembling hands he pulled on the
forbidden garment watched by the ever observant Darren. As he covered his
loins, he nearly ejaculated there and then. It was as though he had met his
destiny. He had!
"What do you want?"
"I have it already?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your submission. Why do you think you are dressed like that you silly
little
boy? Did you think you could come to my house and play with Darren's
willy without my permission? That is why I have dressed you as the little
fag
you are. And now I am going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."
She
turned to her nephew. "Bring him to my bedroom in exactly five minutes
from now. And don't be late!"
The boys appeared as instructed. Darren was excited. And Jonathan? He
was excited, yes, but also confused and scared. And yet he came. Why?
Because he could no more resist Her than jump off the roof.
"Come here Jonathan. You wanted to make love to my Darren. Well, you
can. Now. Here. In front of me!"
"I can't" sobbed Jonty.
"Not only can you, but you will!"
Darren took his friend by the hand and led him to Her bed. He looked back
at his aunt and the question why? formed on his lips.
"Because he is a girl, now!" came her reply.
It was enough. Darren pushed Jonty down onto the bed in which his own
initiation had taken place. The lad fell back, his frock rising to reveal
his
stiffness through the soft pinks of his panties. Hands explored the smooth
flesh beneath the frock; at last!
Darren looked deep into Jonty's eyes. The boy had lost all control.
Nothing
mattered any more. All Jonty could think of, all he wanted was to surrender
to the culmination of his dreams.
As Darren bent over him, his aunt reached down and undid the buttons of his
satin shorts and extracted his pride and joy. "You may have him" she
whispered, "but only over his bottom."
And that is how he took Jonathan Bloom. Over he went on his stomach. Up
went his frock. Down came his panties. And with the insistent excess of
youth, Darren shot his load over Jonty's virgin arse-crack with a howl of
triumph and despair. As the lad rolled off his friend and began to sob
quietly,
his aunt took over.
"And mow master Bloom you must pay for your pleasures. Lie very still just
as you are and receive the punishment you so richly deserve. My cane" and
she let it rest across his bare nates, "my cane will now perform its ritual
cleansing. And after each stroke you will say `I love you Darren. You are
my Master now!' Remember it well. After each stroke."
And with that she caned him twelve times, twelve excruciating strokes,
twelve
punishment-stripes. She caned him for his male arrogance. She caned him
for his importunity. She caned him for daring to come between her and her
nephew! Swish. Crack! Howl!! And then there came the prescribed litany -
`I love you Darren. You are my Master now!' And so he continued until the
last four strokes - and by then he was too overwhelmed to say anything.
At last it was over. Jonathan rolled over and stared up at the implacable
Lady who had just whipped him and all he could think of was the shape of
the bra under her blouse. Helen took young Darren by the ear and thrust him
kneeling between the open legs of his companion. With her other hand she
played with Jonty's detumescent prick. It rose! And then she thrust the
juvenile organ into the open receptacle which was Darren's mouth. And
before either boy had realised what was happening Jonathan ejaculated into
the silky-wetness of his friend's mouth.
Just as he had intended, Jonty Bloom had sex with Darren Cartwright and
slept with him - but the context was not what he had intended for between
the
two lads lay the semi-naked Helen Strangers. And each had his willy tied by
a silk cord to her wrist, so every toss and turn of the night was personally
regulated by the Lady of the House. Before they slept they were allowed to
masturbate each other, but only after each had visited with lips and tongue
the mystery of Her open legs. And even when young Jonty was allowed to
spunk off, he was still forced to keep on the fragile pink baby-doll nightie
She had selected for him.
********
In the morning Jonty was permitted to stay in bed whilst poor Darren was
sent downstairs to make the breakfast.
"Well little Jonty, how do you feel this morning?" she enquired as She
stroked his rising excitement through his by now very stained panties.
"I don't know" he moaned.
"But you do, you do. Do you think it was an accident you ended up in a
frock? I knew the moment I first saw you that you were a little girlie at
heart.
And last night proved it." She took one of his hands and placed on her
breast. "Don't you think that is lovely?"
"Yes" he moaned his penis stretching the soft fabric of his panties.
"Who knows, one day you might have titties like mine."
Darren re-entered carrying his aunt's breakfast tray. When asked where
Jonty's breakfast was, he blushed and admitted it was still downstairs.
"Well fetch it my darling, fetch it" she responded. "We can't have poor
Jonty exposed in his nightie. What would the neighbours say." The fact
that
there were no neighbours escaped poor Darren at the time. "And why aren't
you wearing your little maid's uniform?"
"I didn't realise ..."
"Of course you must wear it. Jonty must see your Sunday morning
uniform!"
Jonty shared Miss Helen's breakfast until Darren returned. And there he
was!
His little maid's uniform barely covering his vital parts - and no panties.
As
he reached over to place the second tray before the wide-eyed Jonty Bloom,
his aunt reached over and kissed Darren on the lips.
"And when we have finished breakfast I am going to deal with you. In front
of darling little Jonty."
"No. Please. Not that. Not in front of Jonty I beg you!"
"But you must be punished my darling. Do you think I didn't notice how
much you enjoyed masturbating young Bloom last night? Who told you to
toss him off that third time? No one! Well now you must pay for your
indiscretion!"
Jonty nibbled at the repast prepared and presented by his friend. And all
the
while he glanced at the black satin "maid" who stood disconsolate at the
foot
of the bed. And all the while Helen Strangers manipulated Jonty's
adolescent
pride through the by now damp panties.
When it was clear young Bloom had no more appetite, She pushed his tray
away. She took his hand and rubbed it over her clammy cunt. And then she
raised his hands to his lips and made him lick his fingers clean, made him
lick
her cunt-juices. Jonty sucked voraciously. All control was gone. All he
could think of was HER!
Helen Strangers kissed the boy on the lips then rose from her bed. Her
diaphanous white nightie, closed at the neck but unconstrained thereafter,
swung open. Darren saw the object of his desire, the instrument of his
downfall and nearly swooned.
"The cane!" she instructed.
Darren opened Her wardrobe. There was not one cane but three! He asked
which he should bring. She turned to young Jonty and asked him to decide.
Poor Jonty. He did not know which to choose. He selected the middle one.
As it happened he had selected the most "demanding".
Miss Helen took her nephew and strapped him down over Her soot. There
he was, his young bare bum exposed, and as the straps tightened there was
no way he could escape. She turned back to the bed. Jonty sat up straight,
mesmerised by the vision before him.
"Well Jonty, now you see Darren for what he really is. How many strokes
should he be given?" as she stroked her nephew's bare buttocks.
"I don't know."
"You must say. Now! If you say more than me that is what he will get. If
you say the same, he will get that. But if you say less I shall add a
further six
strokes to your number. So. Come on. Say what number between one and
ten he is to have."
Jonty guessed seven. Her number was ten. The consequence Darren was to
get seven plus six - thirteen in all. She took Her time. First She gave
Darren
seven, seven firm strokes of the cane across his bum. The she waited until
he had recovered before she added the further six Jonty's bad guess had
brought. These she applied, slowly, carefully to the back of Darren's bared
thighs. And with each stroke poor Darren screamed his submission, and
with each stroke Jonty leaked into his soiled panties.
It was over, Darren lay quietly sobbing on the whipping couch. And Jonty?
He had a fucking hard-on! A word from the Lady of the House and Jonty
rose to inspect Her handiwork. Her hand caressed the back of Jonty's neck.
"What do you think now, Jonty? Do you not feel he should suck your willy
once more?" She guided his rampant prick to Darren's open mouth and
thrust it in. Darren's tears were drowned in the boyish libation which
filled
his mouth.
*********
In the morning Jonty was permitted to stay in bed whilst poor Darren was
sent downstairs to make the breakfast.
"Well little Jonty, how do you feel this morning?" she enquired as She
stroked his rising excitement through his by now very stained panties.
"I don't know" he moaned.
"But you do, you do. Do you think it was an accident you ended up in a
frock? I knew the moment I first saw you that you were a little girlie at
heart.
And last night proved it." She took one of his hands and placed on her
breast. "Don't you think that is lovely?"
"Yes" he moaned his penis stretching the soft fabric of his panties.
"Who knows, one day you might have titties like mine."
Darren re-entered carrying his aunt's breakfast tray. When asked where
Jonty's breakfast was, he blushed and admitted it was still downstairs.
"Well fetch it my darling, fetch it" she responded. "We can't have poor
Jonty exposed in his nightie. What would the neighbours say." The fact
that
there were no neighbours escaped poor Darren at the time. "And why aren't
you wearing your little maid's uniform?"
"I didn't realise ..."
"Of course you must wear it. Jonty must see your Sunday morning
uniform!"
Jonty shared Miss Helen's breakfast until Darren returned. And there he
was!
His little maid's uniform barely covering his vital parts - and no panties.
As
he reached over to place the second tray before the wide-eyed Jonty Bloom,
his aunt reached over and kissed Darren on the lips.
"And when we have finished breakfast I am going to deal with you. In front
of darling little Jonty."
"No. Please. Not that. Not in front of Jonty I beg you!"
"But you must be punished my darling. Do you think I didn't notice how
much you enjoyed playing with young Jonty last night? Who told you to toss
him off that third time? No one! Well now you must pay for your
indiscretion!"
"But it wasn't my fault. He kept taking my hand and forcing it between his
legs."
"That was naughty of you Jonty" she said turning to the by now bright-red
lad. Unfortunately I can;t cane you this time, your dear mama might object,
though i can;t think why! Darren will be caned, as normal, but you will be
spanked - spanked over your pretty little panties."
And she was as good as her word. When breakfast was over she ordered
young Jonty from the bed. She sat on the foot of the bed still dressed in
her
diaphanous nightie; young Bloom stood to her immediate right. Over Her
knee he went and for the next twenty minutes he pantie-clad bum was well
and truly spanked. Again and again Her hand rose, again and again he
squirmed, but nothing could release him. Nor did he desire release for all
the
while he could see Darren in his cock-revealing maid's uniform, arms secured
to two chains hanging from the bedroom ceiling, staring down at his "mate".
"Are you ready now?" demanded Miss Cartwright as She gave him his final;
twelve spanks - this time down the backs of his thighs.
"Anything! Anything!" sobbed Jonty.
"Then fetch me the cane."
"Where?" he asked. She nodded towards the dressing-table. With trembling
hands he brought the instrument of correction to Her.
Meanwhile, She caressed young Darren in all his vulnerability. "What has
given you this?" she enquired as she stroked his stiffness.
"I can't help it. It is seeing Jonty over your knee."
"Well now you must pay for it, first from me and then from Jonty!"
She gave him six strokes. Six is not a lot you may think, but i can assure
you
these six were more than enough to reduce her nephew to tears. Each stroke
produced a howl of pain and a weal across his arse. And yet after each
stroke when she demanded if he still adored her, he sobbed his admission.
And then? And then she handed the cane to Jonty and told him to cane the
back of Darren;s thighs. And he did! Six times!
And then, leaving Darren still dangling from his chains, She lay back on the
bed, opened her legs, pulled the other lad down on top of Her, and slid his
juvenile member into the dark chasm of Her desires. It was Jonty's first
fuck,
and of course he was still in his pretty pink nightie.